Chapter 246 : The Apple Orchard in Memories: The Wounded Eagle
Su Zhuoer was just held tightly by her without saying a word, but her eyes were already filled with tears.
"I'm sorry, Zhuo'er, I didn't protect you well, but my heart for you has never changed. No matter it was before, now, or in the future, my heart will always belong to you, and I will always love you and protect you.
, please never leave me again in this life, okay?" Mu Zehan let go of Su Zhuoer and looked at her with tears in her eyes tenderly.
I saw him gently picking up his index finger, and his soft fingertips gently ran across her delicate cheeks, wiping away the crystal tears that kept streaking out of her eyes.
The touch of skin immediately made Su Zhuoer's face heat up, and a shy blush crept onto her fair cheeks. She couldn't help but lower her eyebrows slightly to hide her shyness.
"Zhuoer..." Mu Zehan softly called Su Zhuoer's name, and his cheek slowly moved closer to her. In his eyes, her shyness was acquiescence, and he was very happy.
At this time, Su Zhuoer slowly raised her head and saw that he was approaching her. There seemed to be ambiguous factors floating around. She stood there dumbly at a loss, just closed her eyes and breathed nervously.
She didn't know how to respond to him. She had to know that he was someone she had liked when she was a child, but now, she wasn't sure if her feelings for him still existed?
It wasn't until Makuzawa Hanying's straight nose touched the tip of her small nose that she opened her eyes in realization, because a voice in her heart was getting louder and louder, and she couldn't ignore it.
"Yueyue, I swear to God, I, Dongfang Yanye, will only love Su Ziyue in this life!" These sonorous and powerful words kept reverberating in her mind, which shocked her! But her mind
I can't even find a single memory about him.
Just when Mu Zehan's cherry lips were about to touch hers, she suddenly pushed him away hard, "I'm sorry!" She just lowered her head and said this and ran away quickly.
Mu Zehan was pushed by her and leaned against the trunk of the apple tree. His injured eyes looked deeply at her petite background and he gradually ran out of the garden.
I originally thought that she would fall in love with him after she regained her memory. Just like her before, it seems that time can really dilute everything. It was because she was too naive and naive that she still believed in her childhood promise.
He closed his eyes with self-mockery, resting alone on a dead tree trunk covered with ravines like a wounded eagle, licking his incomplete wings and preparing to soar into the sky again.
At this time, the air was suddenly filled with tiny cool water droplets, and a wet and cool wind was blowing in the humid apple orchard. The trees shone like dead fish with a leaden light, and everything around them seemed desolate.
, gloomy, annoying
All the strings are out of tune, all the colors are false